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KNOWLE, JULY 9, 1733.

OW, says Parson Swift, What the devil makes this woman write to me with this filthy white ink? I cannot read a word of it, without more trouble than her silly scribble is worth. Why, says I again: Ay, it is the women are always accused of having bad writing implements; but to my comfort be it spoke, this is his grace my lord lieutenant's ink. My bureau at London is so well furnished, and his grace and his secretary make so much use of it, that they are often obliged to give me half a crown, that I may not run out my estate in paper. It is very happy when a gobetween pleases both sides, and I am very well pleased with my office; for his grace is delighted, that it was in his power to oblige you. So trève de compliment. Since I have declared my passion against a bishop and a parson, it is but fair, I should tell you the story, whether you care to hear Rh